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"...It turned out to be like this." Ye Youqi sighed, "I didn't expect that woman surnamed Feng to be able to control your mind after being arrested."

"It's okay, they're all dead anyway." What exactly did I see that made me feel dazed and Feng Bian sneaked in, Yang Yi didn't dare to mention it, "But you, senior brother, didn't follow the strange poison in your body at that time." Let's talk about it, why did you go to Xiaoyao Peak by yourself?"

"... a little... er, a little wish-fulfilling." Ye Youqi couldn't help but blush when he remembered what happened back then, and quickly lowered his head and coughed, "It's probably a blessing in disguise."

The two brothers and sisters had their own thoughts, and they could only speak seven points out of ten, and the atmosphere was awkward for a while.

Fortunately, Ye Chunshen spoke at the right time: "It's a good thing that Mr. Ye survived the catastrophe and has future blessings."

"You can just call me Youqi." Ye Youqi smiled, "Miss San may not remember it anymore. When I was ten years old, I was doing odd jobs in Hidden Sword Villa. I once watched the owner guide San Miss to practice swords from afar."

"When I was young, I felt that my father still loved me very much." Ye Chun shook his head and spread his hands, "In the end, he only thought about family revitalization, and used me as a tool for marriage, regardless of whether I liked it or not."

"Just be content, I don't even know what my parents look like." Yang Yi snorted, "As long as I can remember, my sister has been taking me."

"Your sister won't force the marriage anyway, my brothers and sisters will only advise me 'you just listen to what dad says'..."

"But I've become like this, my own sister won't even recognize me?"

……

Listening to the two people arguing with each other, Ye Youqi was silent for a while, and said softly: "When your relatives are still there, cherish them as much as you can."

Yang Yi and Ye Chunshen stopped talking at the same time.

After a while, Yang Yi scratched his hair and said with a sneer, "Anyway, it's really great to be able to reunite with senior brother here."

"General Yang didn't expect what happened to you for a while, and it is possible to have a misunderstanding. You should find an opportunity to explain it clearly to her." Ye Youqi also smiled, "And Uncle Song and Master, they will not find you, so they will be worried. of."

"..." When Ye Youqi mentioned Liao Yungui, Yang Yi's eyes dimmed imperceptibly, but he quickly suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and nodded obediently, "Senior brother is right."

Suddenly there was a commotion outside, mixed with women's screams and men's laughter, Ye Youqi frowned and picked up his sword: "Go out and have a look."

At the passage of the gate of Liefengji, several big men walked in a wooden cage, and a woman with disheveled hair in the cage was screaming and beating in horror, but her resistance was useless, only exchanged for bursts of laughter: "Oh! This voice is really sweet and exciting!" "It's a pity, we also want to play..."

"Stop." Ye Youqi drew out his sword in front of them, and said coldly, "What are you doing?"

"..." Those people took a step back, exchanged glances with each other, and Fang respectfully saluted, "To Master Shaogu, this is a gift from below to Chief Jiang."

"Gift?" Ye Youqi hated playing with human life wantonly, and he almost wanted to sneer, "In that case, let's say that Master Shaogu has taken a fancy to this gift from General Manager Jiang, keep it here, and you all go away!"

"This is not good, Master Shaogu." Someone laughed and said, "We don't dare to deal with the chief executive's things privately..."

Before he could finish speaking, the man's head rolled down, and the others didn't react, and were stunned by the hot blood in his head.

The woman in the cage screamed in horror: "AH!!!!"

Yang Yi moved his right hand from the empty neck of the unlucky ghost, kicked the corpse down, and said slowly: "You dare not listen to Master Shaogu, I think you have too much head in your head."

The tyrannical factor in his blood was a little ready to move just now, but seeing the blood boiled even more now.He moved his wrist, and stared at the remaining people with his scarlet eyes: "Is there anyone who can hear Master Shaogu's words clearly?"

"No...no!" The souls of the few who had recovered their lives escaped in an instant.

"..." It was the first time Ye Chunshen saw such a terrifying method of killing, and couldn't help taking a step back.

"Yang Yi, you..." Ye Youqi was also obviously shocked. In his impression, Yang Yi had never killed anyone before, and he was still the little junior who obediently followed behind him and pestered him to compete with swords.Unexpectedly, when they saw each other again today, they became the master of murder without blinking an eye.

"Senior brother, there is no reason to talk about it here." Yang Yi smiled strangely, "The more cruel you are, the more people will respect you. If you don't kill people, others will only think you are weak and deceitful...you should be serious." How did Yun become the owner of the valley? His feet are full of the bones of those who dared to resist! Haha!"

Yang Yi turned around, he felt that he was a little out of control, looking at Ye Youqi in front of him, he almost couldn't help but want to tear the other's clothes and strangle him by the neck, so that he could only look up and be raped obediently- the idea of ​​committing a crime.

damn it……

Not daring to stay any longer, Yang Yi jumped to the old tree next to him, went up and down a few times, and left.

Ye Youqi and Ye Chunshen looked at each other for a long time, and Ye Youqi finally came to his senses: "Forget it, let that girl out of the cage first."

On the front line where the war had just stopped, a desolate smoke filled the air.

In the coach's big tent, Song Ziyu bandaged Yang Zi's wound, and asked in a heavy tone, "You mean, Yang Yi is likely to become a poisonous corpse?"

The blood on Yang Zi's face was still wet, and he looked exhausted: "Yes, I saw him in Kunlun, his face was pale, his eyes were scarlet, and he didn't respond to the heavy blow. I guess... I was still late."

There are many mysterious people from Miaojiang in the Valley of the Wicked, and it is most common to refine living people to be driven by corpses.

Yang Zi closed his eyes: "I... slapped him on the heart, but he couldn't feel his heartbeat. He is not alive at all."

Song Ziyu didn't focus on this: "You mean, you slapped Yang Yi with your own hands? How could you... that's your brother!!"

"Is that still my brother!?" Yang Zi opened his eyes, full of pain, "That's not even considered a living person, so it's still Yang Yi?"

Song Ziyu stood up anxiously: "What if he is still sane? What if he just changes his appearance? What if... what if he was still alive, but was killed by your palm! "

"I..." Yang Zi opened his mouth, but found that his voice was too hoarse to say anything.

"Yang Yi, the only boy left in your Yang family, is your lifeblood. Didn't you tell me that yourself?" Song Ziyu didn't notice Yang Zi's expression at all, and said anxiously, "I didn't understand the situation. Just start, what if it leads to irreversible consequences!"

A choked sob.

Song Ziyu froze, looked down, and found that Yang Zi covered his eyes with his hands, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "I don't know... I don't know... My Yang family has been loyal and brave for generations, and all the ancestors are there. Watching from the sky... can't, can't appear a descendant who has become a poisonous corpse in the Valley of the Wicked...how can the descendants of the Yang family... how can it be!!!"

The woman in the blood-stained silver armor suppressed her crying like a trapped animal, but her shoulders still trembled like fallen leaves in the wind.

Song Ziyu couldn't say anything more, so he could only hug him into his arms.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...don't cry..."

The bright moon hangs high and the sea of ​​clouds is vast.

On Lunjian Peak, Liao Yungui unsheathed his evil sword, bringing out a gentle halo.

After successfully breaking through the barriers under the Huashan Abyss, he himself clearly felt that holding a sword in his hand was significantly different from before.

A sword is not a sword, a move is not a move, and the ups and downs are all moved by one's will; the sword's energy is hidden inside but shaped outside, and flowers and leaves are flying outside, any small trajectory can be pondered, and any flowing energy can be used by oneself.

The wind of rolling fine snow swirls around him, gradually condensing into the shapes of countless long swords.

"I thought that in my whole life, I could only see the Ten Thousand Swords Guizong composed of at most ten sword qi." Mei Shiyu slowly walked up from the mountain peak, looking obsessively at those swords shining brightly in the night sky. "I never thought, but now I am lucky enough to see the real power of ten thousand swords."

"Master Uncle." Liao Yungui put his sword back into its sheath and saluted respectfully.

"Now I'm not your opponent." Mei Shiyu smiled helplessly, "There are talents from generation to generation, and the old saying is true."

"Master uncle mentioned a lot of things, and the disciples will always remember them in their hearts."

"Yeah, now that your level has improved, you don't even have the drive to keep dying, and you're more like that boring old man like your master." Mei Shiyu criticized, "Young man, talk about love, talk about love, it's okay to make a fool of yourself." Wrong, wouldn't you be more energetic?"

Liao Yungui: "..."

"Actually, I'm here to gossip." Mei Shiyu blinked, looking disrespectful, "Your master is so strict that he can't pry out half a word. What kind of encounter happened, not only can you solve the demons in your heart, but you can even penetrate the sword intent of the saint in one fell swoop?"

"Because I haven't been given up." Liao Yungui had a rare smile, "So I can't give up either."

The thoughtless sentence sounds a little puzzling at first, but it is easy to understand when combined with the light red on the speaker's face.

Mei Shiyu thought, so it was love?

He was a little puzzled thinking of the Mingjiao girl who followed him from north to south, but he couldn't figure it out, could love give a person so much strength?

How many years has he been struggling to find out the way of the sword, could it be that the root of his mistake is that he only has the sword in his heart, but he is ruthless?